Wisps of smoke curled upward, while ash kept falling in the dim, cramped cell. Outside the window shaped like intertwined golden grapevines, One Hand lifted the lid of the incense burner, removed the spent incense, and replaced it with freshly pressed incense powder. The heavy sandalwood scent in the room was replaced by a light, salty fragrance.
Heavy curtains hung down, with a gauze curtain behind them. The high-altitude sunlight broke through layer after layer of obstruction and fell upon the black-haired man burning incense.
He wore the soft undergarments beneath dark blue armor. A gleaming gold Helmet lay at his side, and his staff stood propped against the door. When the door was pushed open, it nearly struck him.
Strange entered. He wore a white silk high-collared shirt beneath a deep teal Tibetan robe, its hem and cuffs embroidered with swathes of Kelsang Flowers in silver thread. A belt set with Baju was fastened around his waist.
"Are you resting, Loki?" Strange stepped back, poked half his body through the doorway, and asked.
"I just came over from Asgard. I was preparing lessons. Come in if there's something you need."
Strange walked in, carrying a thick stack of papers. He sat opposite Loki. Loki looked him over and said, "Another traditional festival in the village?"
"Yes. Today is Tibetan Lunar New Year's Eve, and the Sorcerer Supreme has to hold Cham Dance Festivals for four villages." Strange picked up the teapot from the table, poured himself a bowl of hot tea, gulped it down, and let out a long breath.
"That outfit looks good on you," Loki praised sincerely. "Blue suits you better."
"Good thing I didn't bring Cloak. It wouldn't want to hear that." Strange smiled.
"You seem to be in a good mood." Loki turned over the